Night is approaching, and there is silence on Mount Tai.

Meng Tian thought for a long time, but still frowned. She looked at Tian Kun and said coquettishly: "Sister Tian, Tian'er doesn't understand, what's the beauty of Lian Daxia's last move?"

Tian Kun stretched out his hand and pinched Meng Tian's flushed cheeks, and said with a smile: "The magic of this move is not in the move itself, just because it is the last move in the life of the Eight Directions Wind and Rain." ”

Hearing this, Meng Tian suddenly realized, and said with a smile: "Also, the reason why the two masters of Lianyunzhai made a plot is only because they have seen that Lian Daxia is already at the end of his crossbow after using the second move. ”

Tian Kun smiled and nodded.

At this moment, seven more people came in the snow. The person at the head is dignified and extraordinary, and it is the head of Kunlun Qiu Ming. He stopped beside Lian Zhantian's corpse, his expression was indifferent, and he said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Can you and I postpone the battle for a year?"

Liu Ruobai asked casually, "Why?"

Autumn Ming Zhengse said: "Because I still have concerns in my heart." ”

Liu Ruobai seemed to remember something, and said slowly: "Then how about fighting again in three years?"

Autumn Ming cut the railway: "One year is enough, the location is up to you." ”

Liu Ruobai smiled indifferently and said casually: "Kunlun Mountain, Qilin Cliff." ”

"Good. Autumn Mingwei clenched his fists and turned to leave.

Before you know it, night has fallen.

Snow, the night is silent, cold and silent.

The world's celebrities and black and white masters have dispersed.

Tian Kun, Ma Ming, Ma Buyao, Bai Shushu and Wanyan Guge have also left.

At the top of Mount Tai, there are still four figures standing quietly, namely Liu Ruobai, Li Ruoxian, Dugufeng and Meng Tian.

Suddenly, Meng Tian let out a sigh of relief and hurriedly said, "Brother Liu, they have gone away, hurry up and meditate and pranayama." ”

Dugufeng did not hesitate, and hurriedly helped Liu Ruobai to sit down.

Against the backdrop of the snow, the jade-like face looked even paler. Liu Ruobai only felt weak, and the cold sweat had soaked through his clothes.

It turned out that after the turquoise light penetrated the endless darkness, Lian Zhantian was already at the end of the crossbow, and so was Liu Ruobai. If it weren't for the variable of the Heavenly Fury Sword recognizing the Lord, the outcome and life and death would not have been known.

Time flies.

It was late at night, and a bright moon hung in the night sky, bright and flawless.

The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

In this situation, it is most likely to break people's intestines.

Meng Tian looked at the vast East China Sea, tears flashed faintly in his eyes, and he muttered to himself, "Brother Yan, are you okay?"

In the undersea palace, Yan Shan is sitting at the stone table, dipping his pen in ink, concentrating, and the book is still the poem "Man Jianghong".

The paper is exhausted, both sides of the spectrum.

He could only write on a stone table, which was washed off with clean water.

Over time, a small black pool formed in front of the stone table.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step;

Before you know it, the small pool has turned into a stream.

He seems to have forgotten time, forgotten everything, and devoted himself to writing. His gaze was focused, his expression was solemn, and every movement was natural, without a trace, as if he was one with the whole courtyard.

Maybe he knew, maybe he didn't, he sank into the mood of selflessness again, and couldn't extricate himself.

Time flies.

Unconsciously, he seemed to have forgotten why he came from, and in his eyes, writing had become the whole of life.

Finally, a smile appeared on his face, very bright, very content, from the heart, like a new life.

At this time, the Sword Killing Technique had broken through from the peak of the seventh layer to the eighth layer, and he crossed the threshold, entered the artistic conception, and comprehended the artistic conception of selflessness. He really felt that the internal force was reviving and the true qi was flowing......

Maybe he will be able to leave soon, but he suddenly feels empty in his heart, and he doesn't know whether it is nostalgia or habit.

He smiled wistfully, picked up his sword, and once again walked through every inch of the land. Perhaps, this will also be the last time.

After that, he came to the hexagonal pavilion, secretly used his internal strength, and flew and jumped.

Soon, he was stunned, the underwater world was unattainable.

He tried seven times in a row, but in vain.

He came to the edge of the space again, and the pale blue water seemed to be close in front of him, but he couldn't touch it or touch it.

He shook his head with a wry smile and returned to the hexagonal pavilion.

When his eyes rested on the three plates of pastries and a jug of wine, he remembered. The reason why I wrote was because something was missing from my sword moves.

The word has been completed, when the sword is practiced.

The rusty sword suddenly unsheathed.

He used the sword as the pen, and the book was the poem "Man Jianghong", the pen walked the dragon and snake, vigorous and powerful, and the momentum was majestic.

Suddenly, his mind moved, his expression became cold, his eyes were empty, his body continued to exude a strong murderous aura, and a terrifying killing intent was born in his heart.

Unconsciously, the rusty long sword body was surrounded by a rich blood-colored sword aura, which was eerie and terrifying.

At that moment, a bolt of lightning streaked through the air.

He swung his rusty sword.

In the first sword, he seems to be freed from the predicament, like a wild horse that has escaped from the reins.

The second sword, his eyes were empty, and a killing intent arose from his heart......

The third sword, the killing intent in his heart disappeared suddenly, his eyes were sometimes empty, sometimes blurred, a sword stabbed out, it was so freewheeling, as natural as a child playing, but it seemed to be integrated with all things in heaven and earth, it was so harmonious......

In a trance, he saw the palace again, the majestic palace that towered above the clouds. Under the clouds is a mountain peak, every grass and tree is very real, and there is a stone tablet, which is impressively engraved: Yuxu Palace.

At this moment, a powerful and strange energy flowed into the body from the hilt of the sword.

He seemed to think of something, and when he looked up, he saw that he was holding a long sword with a black body and no trace, sharp but not exposed, sharp but endless, without a trace of murderous aura.

And so it was.

Zhanlu is not only a sword, but also an eye.

This long sword, which is black all over and has no traces, makes people feel not sharp, but generous and kind.

It is like a deep-eyed and perceptive black eye of the heavens, watching every move of kings and princes.

The king has a way, the sword is on the side, and the country is prosperous; the king has no way, the sword is abandoned, and the country is ruined.

The English of hardware, the essence of the sun, the god of the out, the power of the service.

The so-called benevolent is invincible, and the Zhanlu sword is a sword of benevolence.

This sword of benevolence shines again, and that powerful and strange energy is exactly the confession of the Lord.

"Hahaha......" He couldn't help but laugh out loud, ecstatic.

The sword killing technique breaks through to the eighth layer, enters the artistic conception, comprehends the artistic conception of selflessness, and can perform the "three swords of selflessness" with a single thought, and the Zhan Lu sword blooms again...... It's all like a dream.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped abruptly.

He saw a black hole, just above the hexagonal pavilion in the underwater world, faintly faint. The wonder of the artistic conception can be seen.

The next moment, the sword was sheathed. Broken scabbard, rusty hilt.

He secretly used his internal strength, jumped up, and sank into the black hole.